annamakesthings:

things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.

i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on

(via queenofindia)

tschaikovsky:

Best tweet ever.

tschaikovsky:

Best tweet ever.

(via roopop)

thewamiv:

I myself am made entirely of Dorito dust, slathered together with saliva and disappointment

schoolyards:

sebastian-stand:

dioburandou:

zolro:

I love it when Google Chrome screws up and they’re like “Fuck it here’s a tiny dinosaur pixel”

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NOOO WHY DOES NO ONE GET IT REMEMBER THE SCENE IN ‘MEET THE ROBINSONS’?

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GOOGLE CHROME SHOWS THAT LITTLE DINOSAUR PIXEL BECAUSE THEY CAN’T REACH THE WEBPAGE

mindblown

(via peep-toe-shoes)

lola-pastel:

I think I laughed more than I should of at this

lola-pastel:

I think I laughed more than I should of at this

(Source: iraffiruse, via bmoviequeen)

classy-kate:

i-wanna-be-stereotyped:

I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.

Someone finally said it

(via zackisontumblr)

kushandwizdom:

Everything Love

impossiblemonsieur:

vaginawoolf:

coolator:

i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit

 

Sam Winchester / Dean Winchester

(via fairytrick)

just-relatable:

want more relatable?

If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.

Nora Roberts (via worses)

(via vacant-side)

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.

J.K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy (via wordsnquotes)

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